"I now know what NHL means! National Hockey League!"

I slept over at Daniel and Shauna's house last night. We watched the San Jose Sharks against the Phoenix Coyotes. I mean come on, who beats the sharks? We won 4-1! [=

Of course, Uncle Daniel, Aunt Shauna, and Ashley rested their eyes for quite a bit of it. So Brian and I were watching the game, and they woke up when we made a goal or when the commercials were on so we could fast forward through them.

So I watched Jeff Dunham and Psych after the game was over with Ashley and then I went to bed.

I woke up and I went downstairs and only Brian was up, so I started to help myself with some Honey Nut Cheerios. Then Uncle Daniel, Aunt Shauna, and Chelsie came back from their run.

Daniel offers me if I wanted some M&Ms in my cereal. I said no. Then he asked what would I do if he put them in my cereal anyways. I told him I'd eat them anyways. Lo and behold, he puts them in my cereal and my milk starts miraculously changing colors!

The taste of Honey Nut Cheerios and M&Ms was weird. But I didn't complain. Then I got a Twix 'on the side' from him as well.

Chelsie started to eat an orange beside me and we had interesting conversations about how she eats an orange in Mr. Tobler's class practically every day. She joked about how she needs to bring a plate to school so the juice wouldn't get everywhere on her desk.

I told her that I should get her disinfectant wipes for Christmas. She agreed. I even told her that I'd bring her paper plates to seminary every day so she wouldn't have to remember.

Then I got in the car to go home with Uncle Daniel and he told me MANY ways to save on gas.

One. Don't start the car in the driveway, take off the emergency brake and have gravity do the work for you.

Two. I forgot the rest....

He talked about how Obama is going to make him a General for saving so much gas.

Then he told me since I'm so amazing, I'm going to be General Sudweeks from now on.

So from now on, you can call me General Emily Sudweeks.

"Are those alpacas or llamas?" "Goats..." "Are those fat goats.. or are they pregnant?"

I have been insulted twice by my own Mother.

I have been snuggling up in my sweatshirt and curling up in a good book and blanket, minding my own business. My hood was up, and so was my hair.

The woman that I call my Mother looks at me and says, "You look like Justin Bieber."

Then it happened AGAIN, an hour later.

WHAT?! Me, looking like a Canadian that is a disgrace to all mankind?


Really Mother? I believe I look like a better specimen than Justin Bieber.

It's an insult to all womankind.

Especially being called JUSTIN BIEBER.

But then again, the females don't want him either.

"The lanterns in 'Tangled' remind me of marshmallows!"

I now understand how Cinderella feels.

I was watching Ever After: A Cinderella Story late Thursday, early Friday since I've been a sickly soul since Wednesday and I couldn't fall asleep.
(Her name is actually Danielle in this story.)

I thought to myself, why in the world would you start running, fall, lose your glass slipper, and not bother picking it up and continue running? I mean come on, it's your Mother's slipper!

Right now, I have a migraine, and it's raining. I drink Mountain Dew to help ease the pain. But alas, the soda is in the garage, so I would have to go outside in the pouring rain.

I'm too lazy to get my real shoes on so I get my fuzzy slippers. (eh eh?)

Dash outside in the pouring rain.

Slip and almost fall down the stairs.

Lose my slipper and I keep going into the garage to retrieve my soda.

Then I run back, grab my slipper and dash into the house.

Of course, I then throw off my slippers and put on my Dads slippers on instead.
(I'm my Dad's official slipper warmer and they're gone.)

So, I know how Danielle feels. I sympathize. When you're running you want to get out of the rain as soon as possible.

But at least my slippers can be replaced! I mean come on Danielle, you're mother is dead and it's one of the only things you have left of her!

"Pink. Fuzzy. HANDCUFFS!"

I got to see "It's A Wonderful Life" in Soledad to see Chris perform.

(Thank you parents for driving 2 1/2 hours there and back, I love thee very much.)

On the way there, we talked about various subjects that brought great joy to my life.

'Mom: "Gonzales? I've never heard of them before. I've heard of Soledad, because they have a prison. But I like Gonzales since they have an airport!"
Dad: "That's a water tower."
Me: "I like them because they have a water tower!"
Dad: "I like this town since it has a street named Gloria."'

'Mom: "We should rate the trucks again, what would you rate that one? I'd give it a 1. There aren't any pretty lights on that one"
Me: "I'd give it a 1.5, I'm nice."
Mom: "Oh, the front looks good!"
Me: "Fine, 1.7."'

'Me: "Mom, we should play the bird game!"
Mom: "But there are no birds, it's raining!"
Me: "EXACTLY."'

(For those who don't the bird game, it's where you count the birds on the electric poles and if you have more than 26 [since you compete with the person who is playing the ABC game] you win.)

As we get into Soledad, we look off into the left and we see a lot of lights in the distance.

'Mom: "I bet that's the prison over there with all of the lights."
Me: "Let's go and check it out!"
Dad: "We can always stop by and visit at Christmas."'

Then of course we finally watch the play.

Of course Mr. Potter is a very important character so I must watch carefully and compare.

(Chris, I need a picture of you as Potter!)

Lessee here...

Stacy
*Amazing make-up
*Remembered all of her lines
*Said the fritterin' line (AHEM CHRIS.)
*Had an amazing funny goon
*Very stern

Chris
*Awesome hair (Okay, Stacy had awesome hair too)
*Good character voice
*Funny with creepy laughter, especially when he stuck out his tongue
(Yes, my parents and I judged)

*Actually stood up during one scene with help
*Very good hand motions

Also, it was amusing seeing him walk around the back side of the room with his wheelchair stealthily and I watched him like a hawk haha.

So, just because I know Stacy doesn't read my blog and if she does, sorry.

I must say I liked Chris better. xD
(Or maybe I'm just biased since he's my husband.)

My parents said that Chris was very polite and formal. He called my Mom ma'am. xD

Then on the way back home it was thrilling too... sort of.

We talked about if only we had that GPS Dad is going to get for Christmas...

'Dad: "If only we had a GPS we'd know how to get back on 101 North..."
Me: "If only we had a GPS we'd know where 7-11 is..."
Dad: "If only we had a GPS we'd know where Baskin Robbins is..."
Mom: "Come on, you're getting your GPS in 8 days, you can wait!"'

We stop by the gas station and as we leave someone honks at us.

'Dad: "I don't see why they're honking at us."
Mom: "It's Soledad, they have a prison here!"
Me: "Mom, that's like saying, 'It's Stockton, people get shot here!'

Also, I was thinking, "It's Morgan Hill, vice principals stab their husbands here!"'

After wards, we passed by a search light in Salinas.

'Mom: "Oh look, they have an airport too!"
Me: "Of course it's not an airport, it's a search light for the prison."
Mom: "No, it's so the airplanes know where to land."
Me: "I still say it's for the prison.'

Then we finally found a 7-11 and it was a joyous occasion! It made me happy. My Dad and I got a "Snow Fruit" Slurpee, aka Lemon-Lime with Grapefruit in it.
(Makes no sense, I know.)

Then I believe we said again,

"If only we had that GPS again we'd know where to get on 101 North..."

As we arrived at home the song, 'Grandma Got Ran Over By A Reindeer" came on.

Which is probably one of my most FAVORITEST songs of all time.
(I wish they had a font for sarcasm)

It's a wonderful life.

"You're the one who's eating a twinkie in class!"

So yeah, I know I haven't blogged in about 2 weeks.

I'm a busy girl- play, studying, finals, being sick (blergh.)

Not to mention having to draw on clothes for my blog brings me down.

So my parents were gone on Tuesday, I believe my Mom was giving blood.

I had a choir concert and I wanted to practice to make sure I could hear myself hitting all of the right notes.

While I was doing my hair I knew I was home alone.

So naturally, I started to belt out the songs as loud as I could.

I thought I sounded pretty dang good.

I was getting ready slowly just so I could sing some more.

I was dancing with my unfortunately hot curling iron as my microphone.
(Don't judge.)

Then suddenly I'm finished and I walked out of the bathroom not realizing my parents have been home.

For quite some time.

I think nothing of it until after the concert.

Apparently, my Mom heard EVERYTHING.

I sort of forgot that these walls in the house are very thin, so you could hear me from every room in the house.

How's that for embarrassment?

I wouldn't be surprised if my neighbors could hear me... the louder you sing, the higher you can hit.

Well, at least my Mom said I sounded 'fine'.

"It looks like Rudolph is anorexic!"

I've been making dinner every Sunday ever since I was 8.

Heaven knows why my parents trusted an 8 year old with a knife, with only the supervision of her 13 and occasionally 15 year old sisters.

I had the privilege to make sweet and sour chicken tonight.

I noticed I had to go out to the garage to get some pineapple from our can rack.

Which mean I had to go out into the pouring rain.

I grab my Daddy's shoes and my umbrella and I endure the rain.

I usually grab the first can, and then with my other hand I always hold the second can in case the second can decides to have a mind of his own and comes crashing and tumbling on top of me.

But not this time, my right hand was holding the umbrella and I grabbed the pineapple can...

*BAM*

*BING*

AHHHH!!!!!!!!

*BOOM*

*SMASH*

UGGGGHHAHHHHHCCCCKKK!!!!

*THUMP*

AAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!

I jumped and danced to the beat of pineapple cans attempting to smash my toes, with my parents unaware of my distress because of the heavy beating of the rain.

I muttered to myself as I put all of the cans back into the can rack, and I go back inside to resume making dinner.

Can rack-1 Emily-0.

"No one expected a girl named Emily to be a Mormon white girl with an overimaginative mind."

Yeah, I know. I haven't blogged in 5 days.

But I have a good excuse!

I've been working hours and hours on the play, "It's A Wonderful Life."

We perform on December 1-3, 10, and 11.

So I've been busy and I think homework and performing is a bit more important than blogging.

On the plus side, I can now say that I also run into the pantry doors in the dark?